A lot of people equate love with happiness. Love though is a rather ambiguous thing in my opinion. Ambiguous enough that I do not give love much value. I believe that feelings of love are reflections of lower level emotions. Understanding those lower level emotions is key.

If you work, do you "love" your job? Some would say "yes" others would say "no". My dad worked a blue collar job with the same company for 30 years. I can safely say that he did not love his job, but was he unhappy? No. The reason why is because there is a certain amount of happiness that comes from doing your job. I see my dad as a living example of the "Absurd Hero". He found a sense of purpose and fulfillment in doing his job. No matter how mundane, meaningless and uncreative it was, it was purposeful work and that was enough for my dad.

He did more to teach me about existentialism than anyone that I have ever met. What's funny is I doubt he knows what the word means .